The long-legged running lizard sped along at high velocity, treating mountains, hills, sheer cliffs, and steep precipices as level ground.
If one could overlook his acrophobia and all that, Feng Ji truly counted as a fine scouting thief. He possessed extraordinary eyesight, able to clearly see birds and beasts more than ten kilometers away, and even the wings of a fly beating in flight. Most importantly, he had a powerful instinct for anticipating danger. The moment he sensed something wrong ahead, he would swiftly detour and adjust their route.
Aside from his exceptional talent for scouting, he was also highly skilled at concealing his tracks.
His mount, that inconspicuous long-legged running lizard, also possessed the special ability to change color in an instant, swiftly blending into its surroundings.
"Though this guy can't compare to Smoke Flea, he's still decent enough for scouting. But that acrophobia is truly ridiculous—especially for a quasi-Heaven-ranked warrior!" Princess Cici was somewhat speechless over Feng Ji.
She and Yue Yang held hands as they flew leisurely through the sky, following far behind at a distance of over a thousand meters.
Whenever they felt like it, they would pull each other down to sit upon the rocks of a mountain peak for a while.
They watched clouds gather and scatter in the sky, watched slanting winds and fine rain sweep across the earth, thoroughly enjoying their world for two.
If they grew tired.
Or became too clingy.
Then she would lie on Yue Yang's back and let him teleport them onward while she comfortably narrowed her eyes and dozed for a while.
"Perhaps it's because of childhood trauma..." Yue Yang assumed the air of a psychology expert—I'm the expert here, so don't admire me too much—as he analyzed the matter.
"And what about you? Is it also